25 lessons in my 25th year

How hard it is to move two states away when you’re full-fledged adult who has acquired some stuff.

How easy it is to move two states away. Like all the sudden nothing about your life is the same as it was the week before and you aren’t sure how you even got here.

I don’t need a DVR or cable to be happy. Not even close.

The Bachelor franchise is crap. (Yes, unfortunately I did NOT learn this until the year of our Lord 2016.)

Who Father John Misty is.

Seriously, trust your gut.

Staying engaged in politics is exhausting but worthwhile.

If a fitness tracker motivates you to work out even half the time, it was worth it.

I don’t have to apologize for liking crappy country music or instagramming my glass of wine to people who I would consider “edgy,” and I don’t have to pretend I’m not interested in weird movies and progressive politics for others. Life became so much more fun once I stopped trying to fit in either box.

I like Indian food.

Columbia is definitely still as great as I thought it was. Maybe even better.

You’ll mostly get the jobs you’re passionate about.

Working in higher-ed is a different beast than the corporate world.

The fake succulents aren’t nearly as satisfactory, but at least they last.

Books are always worth the money.

Starbucks is almost never worth the money.

A little self-care goes a long way.

Alone time is a precious commodity to be grateful for while I still have plenty of it.

Plane tickets are getting cheaper. Google flight alerts are handy.

Changing your hair is actually really fun.

I’m a completely different person than I was five years ago. I wonder who I’ll be at 30.